The Dice Cup Returns, Lin Yu's Disappearance

"I keep feeling like this guy has a problem with his sense of direction."

Han Yuan muttered, "Space does not exist within Hongmeng. Can he really find enemies to slaughter? What if he gets lost?"

Han Yuan shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. The Dice Cup was in hand, and his goal had been achieved. As for how Lin Yu would develop from here on out?

That was none of his business. He had not tricked or seized this treasure by force; Lin Yu had offered it to him himself, voluntarily. Even if Lin Yu grew powerful in the future, he could not blame Han Yuan. Han Yuan had even asked him one extra time.

Besides, he had invested quite a lot of resources, all right?

Just then, a Dao Ancestor returned and presented a batch of plundered spoils.

Han Yuan immediately began refining them.

Before long, one hundred Dao Sources had been refined.

Han Yuan summoned the new die.

The Dice Cup swayed before him, while the die within kept bouncing incessantly.

Han Yuan had no idea what number the die would land on.

He pressed down on the Dice Cup, and the die finally stopped bouncing.

Then Han Yuan lifted the Dice Cup, revealing the number locked in by the die.

"24!"

The number did not surprise Han Yuan.

But now that he had the Dice Cup, he had no idea what changes there would be.

Han Yuan watched quietly.

Two thousand four hundred strands of Dao Source flew from the mouth of the Dice Cup. Twelve hundred strands flew straight toward Han Yuan, while the other twelve hundred remained suspended in midair, utterly motionless.

Receiving the die's feedback, Han Yuan's heart stirred.

With a casual point of his finger, the twelve hundred strands of Dao